A cab. He had taken the fastest thing that didn't require him having to think too much.
The car pulled up and Harry all but jumped out, pushing a few bills into the driver's out stretched hand before racing to the steps where both Alessa and Cheryl were sitting and scooping the little girl into his arms.
Don't do that ever again-
He had to catch himself from saying it out loud. Of course she'd never do it again. She was going back where she belonged.
"I was so worried.."
A glance to Alessa with silent thanks.
The whole experience left Harry feeling more guilty than ever. Yes, he had been able to see Cheryl. Hold her again, play silly little games. Open up barely scabbed wounds, tear himself apart again, and add a whole new layer or two of guilt. He hadn't asked Alessa, he hadn't considered her or Heather's feelings. He had acted without thinking, longing for that one last chance.
It's to move on. You're doing this to move on. His inner voice said over and over like sweet lyrics as the words twisted and contorted through the snowy fog inside him.
All he could say was "I'm sorry Alessa.." No doubt the consequences of his actions would come roaring to destroy him. From the say Heather's boyfriend was harassing him, they already were.